Mad Italian on the train.

How lucky am I to have the family and friends that make up my life? I commute a hefty distance into Manhattan and have been blessed with good friends. Tonight, as our train continued to be delayed, the ‘usual suspects’ and I shared tales of our early commuting experiences and laughed so hard that it kept our minds off the fact that we would probably not get home until 10pm. Home. To kids who still meet me at the door…